As much as I like the idea, most of the nails are about 1.5″. You need the 3″ ones to make a good tetanus mace.

Which I totally didn’t already do after the first zombie attack, and positively does not already hang on it’s own peg in the barn under a small engraved plaque (“Here Hangs Tetanus”), and I absolutely never brought home holy water to bless it/rust the nails with.

Back from Confession and it’s not raining yet. Time to pull apart more pallets.

Man, I remember in the old days when I would have had to search my Encyclopedia Britannica to see if I could find the Hindu version of hell and, failing that, hop in the car and drive to the library, look through the card catalog, and hope that there was a book on the world’s religions that was on the shelf that would have the info I needed; then drive back home and wait several years for meth to become a problem that people were aware of and several more years before I met Tushar so that I could make that joke.

Here’s a NO vote for the miniaturized fedoras. Now a Panama hat can look verrry nice.

And regarding women wondering why their live-in boyfriend won’t marry them, why should he? He’s got all the benefits and none of the obligations. Silly girls, if that’s what they want. They’re negotiating like Obama with the Iranians. “Let me give you everything you want and care about upfront and now can we start talking about what I want? Please? You’ll start thinking about it a year or two? Well, I’m not happy with that but all my stuff’s here.”

Scott, experiment #2 in the pit barrel cooker. Penelope started a shoulder/boston butt around noon. Hit a major stall, but after 8 hours, it came out great. tender and juicy with a good smoke ring (much like your mom). Really liking the PBC. A friend got one and did St. Louis ribs today. They came out great for him too.

An ‘undecided’ man (some of them, unaccountably, think that there is a supermodel nymphomaniac waiting for them just around the next corner) will absolutely let a perfectly suitable and loving woman stay with him, and use up all her youth, beauty, and body, until she is too old to find someone else good to have a family with, and then turn her out. And when that happens to her, it is her own damn spineless fault for never closing the deal.

Girlfriends have to help the younger set on this matter. I saved one. Turned her mind around to the kernel of the matter in a day, when I heard the situation. This piece of shit had the best of her for two years, was never there for her when she needed him, and never even introduced her to his family.

Took her a few months after that to get her stuff really in order, but she left that bullshit artist and now has a *real* husband, and a baby. It’s a family now, one like she never had growing up, and her heart’s deepest wish come true.

I’m just saying. Older ladies, give counsel. You never know who is listening.

Comment by Sean M. on July 18, 2015 10:00 pm
Man, I remember in the old days when I would have had to search my Encyclopedia Britannica to see if I could find the Hindu version of hell and, failing that, hop in the car and drive to the library, look through the card catalog, and hope that there was a book on the world’s religions that was on the shelf that would have the info I needed; then drive back home and wait several years for meth to become a problem that people were aware of and several more years before I met Tushar so that I could make that joke.
Still, in many ways it was a simpler time.

And Lauraw – I totally agree with you on your rant about telling young women they’re being played for dupes.

If he doesn’t want to marry you – there’s a part of him afraid of commitment. That is rejecting the “i’m going to build my life with this person”. That person eventually turns into the “You know – that chick over there is HAWT – maybe it’s not meant to be with my girlfriend or why would I have these feelings?”

I will keep working on my friend. SHe’s SO in love with him she’ll put up with it for now but I keep telling her to set deadlines.

Afterwards, back at the in-laws, MiL, wiser son and I were sitting with FiL’s life-long friend, who had flown in from CA for the service. He was extremely inebriated.

He and I had been bantering all day. While sitting at the dining room table, he told me that wiserbride should never had married me. I laughed and said that he had his opportunity to say something during the wedding ceremony, so his advice his too late now.

He laughed and picked a spoon, as if to throw it at me.

MiL told him to put the spoon down. So he dropped it on the floor. MiL then told him to pick it up and go wash it. He says “okay, and then I’ll go home.”

We laughed. Until he got done washing the spoon and walked out of the house.

MiL goes to the door just as he’s getting into his car. She says “oh, come back in here.”

Long story why (blame the EPA), but I made 25 business trips to B’ham in 1994 and 1995. There were two places in B’ham called Sammy’s. One was a sandwich shop near the Pemco plant and the airport, the other was a strip club. When I told the guys in the machine shop I’d been to Sammy’s, the double-takes were comical.

There were two places in B’ham called Sammy’s. One was a sandwich shop near the Pemco plant and the airport, the other was a strip club. When I told the guys in the machine shop I’d been to Sammy’s, the double-takes were comical.

It was probably rough back then but, being a young idiot, I didn’t realize it. Most of my time was indoors and I walked to and from the hospitals without being harassed or asked for handouts. There was a neighborhood nearby called Five Points (I think) with bars that I went to a few times with the nurses to drink and work on my drawl.